Hey guys, guess what? Plagiarism is THEFT! In Africa, you could have your hand chopped off.
Do you really want to be hypothetically handless?
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This one is for Maddi, because who doesn't love lost Russian duchess musicals and a kid's webshow?
"And now, please welcome the Grand Duchess Anastasia!" The announcer at the ball had one of those big, booming voices that announcers generally had. "Wiiiiiiiiith her escort, Dimitri!"
"Ready, your highness?" Dimitri asked.
"Dimitri, I've already begged you a thousand times to just call me Anya!"
"Or would you prefer your majesty? 'Cause I can do that too." Dimitri said.
"Dimitri! Just… leave it alone, okay?" Anya, as she preferred to be called even though she was technically Anastasia, just shook it off. The only reason she claimed her royal heritage was so she could see her grandmother, her only family left. Well except Vlad and Dimitri. And Pooka, of course!
"Let's get this over with," she muttered. Anya straightened her posture, as per Princess Diaries where she got her "Princess Lessons," and headed out onto the ballroom floor.
The bright lights nearly blinded Anya as she 'floated' out onto the dance floor. The song that the Russian people claimed as what brought back Anastasia, Once Upon A December, started playing, and Anya and Dimitri started to dance.
After dancing the right songs, greeting the right people, and making sure to compliment the right features, the ball was finally over. Anya and Dimitri rode back to the hotel in a long stretch limousine.
"Hey, did I ever tell you about my friends from the states?" Dimitri glanced up from his new iPhone.
"Which ones? You have so many!" Anya replied enviously. She didn't have any friends in America. She only had her few close Russian friends.
"The Bensons. I used to work for Marissa's father when he was in the circus. They're really nice people."
"Mmm, that's nice," Anya completely tuned out. She was tired, and hungry, because all they had to eat at that ball was caviar. And she hated caviar.
"So, will you do it?" Dimitri finished his monologue. He looked at Anya expectantly.
"Huh?" Anya replied. She hoped that Dimitri wasn't going to ask her to go sign autographs at some American event.
"Will you be on iCarly? Like I said, Marissa's son is the tech producer," Dimitri found a way to slip in all the info without making Anya feel completely bad about zoning out of their conversation.
"iCarly? Wow! That show is so funny!" Anya was a HUGE iCarly fan. "Of course I'll do it!"
"Alright! We fly out on Wednesday for Seattle!" Dimitri exclaimed, happy he would finally get to see his childhood friend Marissa again.
